The remaining more than 500 Mongolian cavalry were so scared that they were weak. They fled in panic and rushed out along the road they came. Ma He's sword had completely shattered their morale. That sword didn't look like a place where people could kill them.

A demon god was waiting for them in front of him. Murong Tian, ​​who was alone, was already holding a five-foot-long battle sword with a thick slap and a wide palm, waiting on their way to retreat. Seeing that all the enemies were rushing towards him, Murong Tian shouted frantically: "You barbarians, go back and tell Chi Menger that I lost the last time... I asked him to wash it and wait for me to take someone else's head." Murong Tian made a sound like a roar of cows, and a white breath covered his whole body. The battle sword spun and a circle of white light slashed out. More than thirty Yuan Meng soldiers were split into two pieces, including the man and the horse.

Li Feng was so excited that he was itchy by Ma He's shocking sword and Murong Tian's peerless sword. He also roared: "Those barbarians, go back and tell you Chi Meng'er. Last time he knocked me off my horse. This time I will knock him down and use him as a horse to ride... Look at me... well, um, 'Sun Shooting Spike'." Li Feng calculated, used seven layers of true power, and then crazily absorbed the nearby heaven and earth energy. After all, all the aura gathered on the steel gun in his hand, rode his horse and helped him run a few steps, and threw it wildly forward.

The spear was out of hand, and it turned into a white light in an instant. The spear was too fast and rubbed violently with the air. The gun body, which was not very steel, turned red, turned red, and a three-foot-long red flame tail was dragged behind the tail of the gun. The spear ran across ten feet of space like a meteor and shot in from the back of a Yuanmeng warrior. With a 'sweep', a trace of blue smoke came out of the man's body, and fell down with a hole the size of a bowl. The spear continued to fly forward, piercing through the bodies of more than a dozen soldiers in succession, and stabbed Murong Tian in the head.

Murong Tian was so angry that his nose was crooked. Is Li Feng intentional or unintentional? But there was no time for him to think too much. He gathered all his true energy and slashed it with a heavy sword.

With a long "ding" sound, the sword of war separated the softened steel gun from the middle. The gun body continued to move forward, and Murong Tian lowered his head in a panic and avoided the terrible shot. The gun body continued to move forward several feet before stabbing it hard to the ground. Murong Tian raised his left hand, which was a little numb, and gently touched his helmet, and his face became very ugly. The two pheasant tail feathers inserted in his helmet had been burned to ashes by the flames on the gun.

Li Feng ran over with a loud shout and apologized repeatedly: "Oh, General Murong, I'm so sorry. You know, my immediate skills are really bad. I didn't want to shoot you, but who knew they shot at you. Fortunately, General Murong's martial arts are so skillful, so he was not injured. That's good, that's good... When I go back to Yanjing, I will definitely go to Zuixianglou to find a few red-card girls to ask the general for a good meal... Hey, but this, my gun seems to have been split by the general. Are you, ah, give some compensation?"

"As for the Ming Dynasty military law, this damage to the military is a death penalty. Although I, Li Feng, is a nominal commander, will you still have to compensate me? General Murong is generous and pay 80% of the compensation?... Ah? Eighty percent is not possible? Then 70% is forgetting... Hey, hey, General Murong, don't leave, 70% of the time, then 60% is better." Li Feng was chattering like an old lady, just following Murong Tian, ​​and naturally didn't even look at the steel gun that had been split into two pieces.

At this moment, Ren Tianhu had led the three hundred most elite cavalry to catch up with the Yuanmeng warriors who were pulled at the end. The three pavilions in his hand waved, and cut off the heads of the soldiers as if they were cutting leeks. He looked at the light cavalry in front of him, and immediately raised the sword and smiled at the sky. The laughter mixed with powerful true energy spread out, spreading on the grassland for several miles like thunder, scaring a group of wild horses in the distance to run wildly.

Li Feng was still wasting the spitting stars there. Finally, Murong Tian couldn't stand it anymore. He stopped the horse and bowed respectfully to Li Feng on the horse, saying in harmony: "Master Li, this is just a piece of steel guns. When I return to the camp, I will give you ten best steel guns. Now we are serving as bait to lure the enemy on the grassland, so don't be too careless. OK? When you have the time to gossip, you might as well control your subordinates and rectify the marching camp."

Li Feng spread his hand and looked at Ma He, who had already begun to call the cavalry loudly, and said, "Does Ma still need me here? General Murong, among all the people present, I like you. Look, we are all pretty, this is called handsome, that eldest brother Ren is too rough, Ren's second brother's skin is a little dark, monk Daoyan is a monk, and Ma is a father-in-law, whisper, among these generals, I look at you, you look more like me."

Murong Tian felt chill when he heard this, and quickly rode his horse out and rushed towards Monk Daoyan and the others. He never dared to be alone with Li Feng again.

Li Feng smiled strangely: "Haha, can't you stand it anymore? Then I have to pester you from now on. Why has your kid's skill suddenly increased so much? Just one step away, you will enter the innate realm... Oh, damn, break it and then stand it. It's not that I helped him last time? His true energy condensed but did not dissipate. It was clearly cultivated by himself, not by medicine. That's why he had an adventure recently, but what else was his adventure except for being kicked by me in his stomach?"

Li Feng cursed himself crazy in his heart: "If I had known, I would have kicked him in the lower body, so why would I have kicked him in the dantian? It actually gave this kid such a great benefit... God, why didn't you open your eyes?"

Thunder broke out in the sky, and a dark cloud curtain rushed over from the east of the sky. In an instant, the grassland became much darker, and then large raindrops fell down. The wind blew, and the grass about a foot long was so hard that it could not lift its head by the huge raindrops, and it stuck to the ground in a mess.

Li Feng shivered, looked at God in horror, and prayed in a low voice: "The gods and Buddhas are all over the sky, and the disciples have no intention of insulting the gods. This is just a slight complaint. The Supreme Lord of the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Emperor, the Western Tathagata, the Demon Lord of the Demon in the South, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South Sea, don't blame your disciples. Just now, it was a slight mistake, a slight mistake..."

As soon as Li Feng finished speaking, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated. A warm sun appeared again. Li Feng was stunned and did not dare to move for a long time.

Ma He roared loudly: "Brothers, this is the passing rain on the grassland. It's no big deal. Keep chasing and follow the fleeing barbarians tightly. Let's see where they can go. Come, go to a small group of brothers and report the direction of our pursuit to the Second Highness behind. Don't mess up the connection between front and back. No, you, you, you, you...you go to report to the Second Highness, and say that we will follow this "Galan River" to hunt the enemy, and ask the Second Highness and others to pay attention to keeping the distance between front and back."

The ten horses quickly left the brigade and galloped towards the south. Li Feng rode his horse to Ma He in a flattering manner and asked repeatedly: "Eunuch Ma, this is really a passing rain on the grassland. Isn't God losing his temper?"

Monk Daoyan was close to Li Feng just now, and he could have heard the muttering sounds from Li Feng. Now when Li Feng asked, he couldn't help but have an extremely interesting smile on his face. He looked at Li Feng with a smile and didn't say anything. The string of Buddhist beads were spinning like galloping wheels. Ma He was puzzled by why Li Feng asked this. He smiled and said, "Mr. Li, isn't this? I followed the prince into the grassland to chase the barbarians a few years ago. I have seen such weather a lot. In spring and summer, there are heavy rains on the grassland and hail. That means he comes and goes."

Ma He waved his long sword and signaled the soldiers to set off immediately. He said in a hurry: "It doesn't matter if it rains heavily on the grassland. The most terrible thing is hail. Sometimes the luck is bad, and the hail you encounter is very heavy. Five years ago, the prince commanded a 130,000 army in person to the grassland, but it was hit by a hail, which caused heavy casualties. The barbarians took the opportunity to attack again. We finally brought more than 70,000 brothers back to Juyongguan. That time, it was really miserable." Shaking his head, Ma He sighed, quickly slapped the horse's butt, and left.

Monk Daoyan chuckled softly and said, "Mr. Li, why are you still silly? The army has gone far away."

Li Feng suddenly woke up and laughed, "Oh, nothing... I'm just afraid, we don't have such bad luck? If the hailstone hit, it will kill people... But I, Li Feng, never do anything that hurts the sky, God shouldn't..." Before he finished speaking, a huge thunder rolled over from the sky. Li Feng was so scared that his body shivered, and he rushed up. Monk Daoyan clearly heard Li Feng muttering: "Damn, God, if you want to kill me, come on. Anyway, I'm with so many people, you want to chop me, and you'll chop me together. If you want to kill everyone, you'll kill me, otherwise it would be too unfaithful, right?"

Monk Daoyan swallowed, looked at Li Feng and was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and followed. Monk Daoyan whispered, "This kid is even more evil than the evil ghost of Abi. Hey, the mercy of the Buddha group made me meet such a treasure. If I, Daoyan, could I, do you waste such a talent?" A blue light flashed in Daoyan's eyes, and he chased after him with a smile on his face.

After chasing for half an hour, more than 2,000 Yuanmeng warriors suddenly appeared in front of them. They let out a "yoyo" howl and rushed over. The soldiers all held strong bows made of beast bones. When they were still more than twenty feet away from Li Feng and the others, they threw the arrows into the sky from a distance, and suddenly there was a loud "whisper" sound in the sky.

Ma He roared: "The queue spreads, put on the shield."

Just like flowing water, the five thousand cavalry marched into a very natural and quick movement. Groups of cavalry raised the leather shield hanging on the side of their saddles and faced the sky. The "Puff puff puff puff" sounded loudly, and most of the arrows were stopped by the leather shield. Only some of the poorly-quality leather shields were soaked in the rain. They were a little soft and shot through the arrows, but they did not pose any threat to the cavalry.

The warriors of more than two thousand yuan Meng shouted loudly, and a man with yellow hair holding a meteor hammer shouted loudly: "You group of southern barbarians, you are here this time, don't think about going back... You kill my tribe and take my cattle and sheep. If I don't kill all of you, I am not the brother of Chi Menger, the number one hero of Oirat."

Li Feng was already running out, and he immediately shouted: "Brother of the first hero? Then you are the second hero. You are a man, so take my sword with my grandfather."

The man shouted: "Okay, brothers, don't shoot arrows, let this barbarian come." He also slapped his horse to meet him. The chain of the meteor hammer gradually grew and danced into a bright circle about two meters. Under his huge brute force, the meteor hammer made a "huh" sound that broke through the air.

Li Feng raised the Qingming Sword in his hand when he was five feet away. The man laughed loudly, and his right hand shook, and the meteor hammer with a small watermelon laughing slammed Li Feng in his chest. Li Feng slapped his horse a few feet away, loosened his right sword, and a small poisonous needle from the old eunuch Yin had popped out of his left hand.

The man was dodging Li Feng and couldn't help laughing proudly. He was about to swing the meteor hammer and continued to smash it at Li Feng, but suddenly felt a pain in his throat, and then his whole body suddenly became numb. He was stunned. He didn't know what was going on, but after he felt his body numb, his arms immediately lost their strength, his eyes were also black, and there was a bitter smell of almonds in his throat.

Li Feng had already rushed over like a whirlwind. Amid the exclamation of the Yuanmeng warriors and the cheers of the cavalry under the King of Yan, Li Feng slashed the head of the man with his sword. He was quick to deal with his left hand and held the man's head in the air and raised it high in the air. Li Feng thought proudly: "The old eunuch said that there is no such hidden weapon in the military formation. Nonsense, this hidden weapon depends on how to use it. It is of course useless to smart people like Murong Tian, ​​but for such a reckless man, wouldn't it be accurate to kill one? Hehe, this man has no internal strength at all, but he has a brute force, and he just happened to kill him with a hidden weapon."

The more than 2,000-yuan Meng warrior was stunned for a moment, and at the same time pulled the bow and arrow and shot towards Li Feng. Li Feng screamed with a strange cry, threw down the head of the man, turned the horse and ran away. More than 2,000 arrows were already shooting towards Li Feng in a black and black manner, and the air was filled with the terrifying "swoosh" sound. Li Feng screamed: "Damn, I just killed your leader in a fair duel, why do you have to be like I raped your old mother?" He slapped out with three palms on his backhand. With three "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ma He had already roared wildly: "It's now, brothers, rush... Military officer, record one of Lord Li's great achievements... Kill, kill, kill for me." Ma He's long sword in his hand made a thunderous roar again, and brought a white light to slash at the Yuanmeng warriors who were busy pulling arrows from the quiver. Behind him, a thousand cavalrymen who were covering had rushed more than ten feet away and shot two waves of arrow rain.

More than a hundred Yuanmeng cavalry fell under the rain of arrows. The other soldiers saw that they had no time to shoot arrows again. They saw four thousand elite cavalry rushing towards them fiercely. They shouted and turned their horses to run. This time they did not run towards the northwest, but towards the northeast, that is, they fled from the direction of the "Galan River".

Five thousand elites rushed over to their tails like black whirlwinds, and the sound of horse hooves trembled throughout the grassland. Among them, you can especially hear Li Feng's shouting: "Well, brothers, rush up to me, kill a barbarian and reward women, you can reward whatever you say. Hahaha, which brother killed twenty barbarians, I will go back to Yanjing City and ask them to go to Zuixianglou to have fun... Kill..."

Among them, there was another horse and shouting like thunder: "If you chase thousands of miles, you will also cut off their heads."

There was also the monk Daoyan's secret advice: "You chase slowly, you chase too fast, you have killed all of them. How can you find their main force? Slower, slower... Well, let them think they just ran away..."

The ten soldiers who were sent by Mahe to deliver letters to Zhu Yu saw a very strange scene on the vast grassland.

On the flat grass, a golden blanket with a length of seven or eight feet long and wide is laid. The image embroidered on it is the Tibetan Tantric survival circle. A chicken represents desire and greed, a snake represents anger and greed, and a pig represents ignorance and illusion. The outside is a circle, half filled with people who are happy and shaped, and they are obsessed with secular things and are rising; the other half is filled with naked and sad creatures who are all descending. Then the six components of the circle refer to one of the six paths. The edges are divided into twelve sections, each referring to one of the twelve chains of dependent origination.

The entire survival circle is supported by a huge devil, which looks like the king of the underworld, the King of Yama. This is the wheel of "Ashoka".

At one corner of the carpet, where the Buddha was embroidered, sat a fat monk in yellow, who was so big that these cavalry felt incredible. The monk's cheeks were hanging to his chest, and the two pieces of fat on his chest could make all women in the world feel ashamed. The fat belly was three times larger than the 300-pound sow at full term. Each finger was as thick as a radish in the ground. The monk sat there, as if it was a pile of meat.

But the monk was well maintained, not giving people a greasy or dirty feeling at all. His skin was as white as jade, and his skin was healthy and dry. Seeing his skin, the cavalry suddenly had a strange idea: "The monk must have no sweat on his body."

The monk sat there in Yanjing, with many picture albums spread out in front of him. When the wind blew, the book was churning randomly, and countless *images were revealed. The extremely obscene * made these cavalry more than twenty feet away feel a rising heart fire and their eyes straightened. The monk sat in the middle of a pile of *, but he looked solemn in the treasure, without the slightest evil taste, as if he had attained enlightenment.

The soldiers' boss suddenly woke up: "No, how could we see so clearly between twenty feet and twenty feet away? That*, not what we saw, seemed to appear directly in our heads... Especially that monk, how could I even see his pores clearly, as if he was only one foot away from me?"

He roared wildly: "Monster, brothers, be careful... to shoot him to death."

The monk opened his eyes slightly, his face full of innocent smile, and he laughed: "You have worked hard on the grassland... My disciple, that fish, has swam past. You don't have to go to find the fisherman." His right hand clenched his fists gently and slowly attacked the ten cavalry. A black light shrouded the cavalry, and a light thunder sounded. The ten cavalry turned into powder, leaving nothing behind, and even the weapons forged with fine steel were shattered and were blown away with the breeze.

The monk sighed with dissatisfaction: "Oh, the Buddha group is merciful, and the disciples are killing again... Why do I always want to kill people? Oh, I am merciful, when I go back to the tent, I will recite the scriptures for an hour to atone for atonement. Well, there are tricky figures among the baits. If I don't go to Buddha, my disciples can't deal with him. Hahaha, let's see, what scriptures are you monks in the Central Plains chanting?"

The breeze swept by, and the monk disappeared along with the carpet. A soft sigh was left in the air: "However, the monk in black is also a character. He is not confused by the Buddha's illusion, otherwise he would also eat it with a wolf pack. This is clean, which can save me an hour of chanting... I am merciful to me, disciple, I did not intend to kill people."

Deep in the grassland, Li Feng and the others were still riding their horses. Along the way, they chased and killed more than 2,000 fleeing soldiers, while erasing a small camp. Ma He sent two more groups of messengers, ordering them to inform Zhu Yu quickly.

In the rear, Zhu Zi also sent troops to contact Li Feng.
Chapter completed!